should all go to Studio 9, a club nearby that only the elite can get into.
I’m dressed in a black pair of chinos and a button-up shirt. Grabbing my wool-cashmere topcoat, I shrug it on. When I step into the living room, Mila lets out a whistle and teases, “Ladies, hold onto your ovaries. All the hotness in the world just arrived.”
“Yeah, and dressed in black just like his soul,” Jase adds, shooting Mila a scowl.
When will my friend admit he is hopelessly in love with Mila?
“Everyone ready?” I ask as I adjust the Rolex on my wrist.
“We’re waiting for Jade. Fallon is trying to get her into a dress,” Hana explains.
“Fallon failed,” Jade suddenly says behind me. I glance over my shoulder, and my eyes land on the ample cleavage showing from the low-cut silk blouse she’s wearing.
I press my lips together, trying not to comment about what I think of her clothes, but fail miserably. “I don’t know why you make a fuss about wearing a dress when your top hardly covers everything.”
“Someone wants to die young,” she mutters as she walks by me.
JADE
Asshole.
When we step out of the building, Jase grabs Mila’s hand and drags her to his car. When she smacks him against the shoulder, I grin, but it quickly drops from my face when I notice Fallon and Hana following after Kao and Noah.
“Hana,” I call out and jog to catch up with her. “Will you go with Jase and Mila?” I really don’t want to be in the same car as Hunter.
“Sure.” She walks over to Hunter and links her arm with his.
I climb in the back, and when Noah gets in next to me, I grin at Fallon. She scrunches her nose at me as she takes the passenger seat, next to Kao.
Yep, love is in the air. It’s only a matter of time before they pair up.
Now that I’m spending more time with my friends, I’m actually getting excited as I watch them fight their feelings for each other.
The drive to the exclusive club is filled with small talk. The parking area is already full when we arrive, which is typical for a Friday night.
Due to the Reyes, Chargill, and Cutler names being practically godlike, we’re seating in the VIP section that overlooks the entire bottom floor.
Jase goes to stand by the chrome barrier and glances over all the girls' below, probably looking for his next target.
A waiter takes our drinks order, and I settle for a coke. I swing my leg lightly, trying to get into a party mood.
“Let’s go dance. We’ll loosen up faster that way,” Fallon says, already getting up and heading for the stairs. Mila, Hana, and I follow behind her, and she quickly makes space for us on the crowded floor.
I sway to the beat as I smile at my friends, but it’s not even a full minute, and a group of guys joins us. Justin, Nate, Chris, and Eric are basically the male equivalents of Summer Clarke and her friends.
“Hey, Fallon. You’re looking good,” Justin addresses her.
“Justin.” Her tone is tolerant at best, which means my friend doesn’t like the guy at all.
“Mind if we join you?” he asks, his eyes roving over us before they stop on Mila.
My right eyebrow darts up in warning because I won’t let anyone mess with my cousin, and it has me answering, “We don’t need the company.”
Nate saunters closer to me, a smirk pulling at his mouth. “Don’t be a bitch about it. We’re all here to have fun.”
“This is her being nice, Sparks,” Hunter suddenly talks behind me. “You better go before she gets violent.”
Glancing over my shoulder, I scowl at Hunter, but before I can let him have a piece of my mind, my cousin Ryker and his best friend Tristan head toward us.
I haven’t seen Tristan in a while, and go to hug him. “Hey, stranger. How are you?”
Smiling, he hugs me back. “Good. How’s the academy?”
With a disgruntled look, I reply, “Probably still the same as when you attended.”
Tristan is five years older than me and has already been working for two years. Lucky him.
“It’s not all bad.” Tristan moves to greet Mila and Fallon, and when he gets to Hana, his smile warms, and he hugs her a little bit longer.
Come on, Jade. You’re just seeing things. Not all your friends have the hots for each other.
When Tristan keeps his arm around Hana’s waist, both my eyebrows pop up. He only has to stare